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oing to hit us here?〃
 The wind shifted and lapsed; she was able to answer normally。 〃Some ill has been performed。 The Earth has been assaulted。 We feel its revulsion。 But the distance is very great; and time has passed。 I feel no peril directed toward us。 Perhaps the Despiser does not know what we do。〃 In the next breath; her voice hardened。 〃But he has used the Illearth Stone。 Smell the air! There has been malice at work in the Land〃
 Covenant began to sense what she meant。 Whatever amassed these clouds and roiled this wind was not the impassive natural violence of a storm。 The air seemed to carry inaudible shrieks and hints of rot; as if it were blowing through the aftermath of an atrocity。 And on a subliminal level; almost indiscernible; the high bluff crags seemed to be shuddering。
 The atmosphere made him feel a need for haste。 But though her face was set in grim lines; the High Lord did not hurry。 She finished her meal; then carefully packed the food and graveling away before calling to Myrha。 When she mounted; she summoned Amok。
 He appeared before her almost at once; and gave her a cheerful bow。 After acknowledging him with a nod; she asked him if he could explain the ill in the air。
 He shook his head; and said; 〃High Lord; I am no oracle。〃 But his eyes revealed his sensitivity to the atmosphere; they were bright; and a sharp gleam lurking behind them showed for the first time that he was capable of anger。 A moment later; however; he turned his face away; as if he did not wish to expose any private part of himself。 With a flourishing gesture; he beckoned for the High Lord to follow him。
 Covenant swung into his mount's clingor saddle; and tried to ignore the brooding ambience around him。 But he could not resist the impression that the ground under him was quivering。 Despite all his recent experience; he was still not a confident rider…he could not shed his nagging distrust of horses…and he worried that he might fulfill the prophecy of his height fear by falling off his mount。
 Fortunately; he was spared cliff ledges and exposed trails。 For some time; Amok's path ran along the spine of a crooked rift between looming mountain walls。 The enclosed valley did not challenge Covenant's uncertain horsemanship。 But the muffled booming in the air continued to grow。 As morning passed; the sound became clearer; echoed like brittle groans off the sheer walls。
 Early in the afternoon; Amok led the riders around a final bend。 Beyond it; they found an immense landslide。 Great; scalloped wounds stood opposite each other high in the walls; and the jumbled mass of rock and scree which had fallen from both sides was piled up several hundred feet above the valley floor。
 It pletely blocked the valley。
 This was the source of the detonations。 There was no movement in the huge fall; it had an old look; as if its formation had been forgotten long ago by the mountains。 But tortured creaks and cracks came from within it as if its bones were breaking。
 Amok walked forward; but the riders halted。 Morin studied the blockage for a moment; then said; 〃It is impassable。 It breaks。 Perhaps on foot we might attempt it at its edges。 But the weight of the Ranyhyn will begin a new fall。〃 Amok reached the foot of the slide; and beckoned; but Morin said absolutely; 〃We must find another passage。〃
 Covenant looked around the valley。 〃How long will that take?〃
 〃Two days。 Perhaps three。〃
 〃That bad? You would think this trip wasn't long enough already。 Are you sure that isn't safe? Amok hasn't made any mistakes yet。〃
 〃We are the Bloodguard;〃 Morin said。
 And Bannor explained; 'This fall is younger than Amok。〃
 〃Meaning it wasn't here when he learned his trail? Damnation!〃 Covenant muttered。 The landslide made his desire for haste keener。
 Amok came back to them with a shade of seriousness in his face。 〃We must pass here;〃 he said tolerantly; as if he were explaining something to a recalcitrant child。
 Morin said; 〃The way is unsafe。〃
 〃That is true;〃 Amok replied。 〃There is no other。〃 Turning to the High Lord; he repeated; 〃We must pass here。〃
 While her panions had been speaking; Elena had gazed speculatively up and down the landfall。 When Amok addressed her directly; she nodded her head; and responded; 〃We will。〃
 Morin protested impassively; 〃High Lord〃
 〃I have chosen;〃 she answered; then added; 〃It may be that the Staff of Law can hold the fall until we have passed it。〃
 Morin accepted this with an emotionless。 nod。 He took his mount trotting back away from the slide; so that the High Lord would have room in which to work。 Bannor and Covenant followed。 After a moment; Amok joined them。 The four men watched her from a short distance。
 She made no plex or strenuous preparations。 Raising the Staff; she sat erect and tall on Myrha's back for a moment; faced the slide。 From Covenant's point of view; her blue robe and the Ranyhyn's glossy coat met against the mottled gray background of scree and rubble。 She and Myrha looked small in the deep sheer valley; but the conjunction of their colors and forms gave them a potent iconic appearance。 Then she moved。
 Singing a low song; she advanced to the foot of the slide。 There she gripped the Staff by one end; and lowered the other to the ground。 It appeared to pulse as she rode along the slide's front; drawing a line in the dirt parallel to the fall。 She walked Myrha to one
 wall; then back to the other。 Still touching the ground with the Staff; she returned to the center。

 When she faced the slide again; she lifted the Staff; and rapped once on the line she had drawn。
 A rippling skein of verdigris sparks flowed up the fall from her line。 They gleamed like interstices of power on every line or bulge of rock that protruded from the slope。 After an instant; they disappeared; leaving an indefinite smell like the aroma of orchids in the air。
 The muffled groaning of the fall faded somewhat。
 〃e;〃 the High Lord said。 〃We must climb at once。 This Word will not endure。〃
 Briskly; Morin and Bannor started forward。 Amok loped beside them。 He easily kept pace with the Ranyhyn。
 As he looked upward; Covenant felt nausea like a presage in his guts。 His jaw muscles knotted apprehensively。 But he slapped his mount with his heels; and rode at the moaning fall。
 He caught up with the Bloodguard。 They took positions on either side of him; followed Elena and Amok onto the slope。
 The High Lord's party angled back and forth up the slide。 Their climbing balanced the danger of delay against the hazard of a direct attack on the slope。 Covenant's mustang labored strenuously; and its struggles contrasted with the smooth power of the Ranyhyn。 Their hooves kicked scuds of shale and scree down the fail; but their footing was secure; confident。 There were …no mishaps。 Before long; Covenant stood on the rounded V atop the slide。
 He was not prepared for what lay beyond the blockage。 Automatically; he had expected the south end of the valley to resemble the north。 But from the ridge of the landslide; he could see that the huge scalloped wounds above him were too big to be explained by the slide as it appeared from the north。
 Somewhere buried directly below him; the valley floor plunged dramatically。 The two avalanches had interred a precipice。 The south face of the slide was three or four times longer than the north。 Far below
 him; the valley widened into a grassy bottom featured by stands of pine and a stream springing from one of the walls。 But to reach that alluring sight; he had to descend more than a thousand feet down the detonating undulation of the slide。
 He swallowed thickly。 〃Bloody hell。 Can you hold that?〃
 〃No;〃 Elena said bluntly。 〃But what I have done will steady it。 And I can take other action…if the need arises。〃
 With a sharp nod; she started Amok down the slope。
 Bannor told Covenant to stay close behind him; then eased his Ranyhyn over the edge after Amok。 For a moment;。 Covenant felt too paralyzed by prophetic trepidation to move。 His dry; constricted throat and awkward tongue could not form words。 Hellfire; he muttered silently。 Hellfire。
 He abandoned himself; pushed his mustang after Bannor。
 Part of him knew that Morin and then Elena f

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